Grilby's bar was relatively quiet. Most of the patrons were gone, leaving the dog pack and Sans as the the only customers. For Sans it's been a relatively decent day. For once nothing out of the ordinary had happened, it was all rather mundane. He had been woken up by Papyrus, napped at his guard post, worked at his various stands around the Underground, and went to Grilby's. He took a deep breath and rested his weight on the counter, enjoying the scent of french fries. The smell of greasy food was just what he needed. It was nice to just unwind with a plate of food and a bottle of ketchup.

He took a swig before dipping a fry in the ketchup pile. On the way to his mouth a sound rang from his coat pocket. He set the fry down and slowly grabbed the phone. Papyrus was calling. Sans raised a brow bone in confusion. Seemed a bit early for Paps to be nagging him about being out late, was he planning on making dinner tonight? Sans answered on the last ring.

"Hey Bro. What's up?" There was a brief moment of silence, devoid of the usual nagging that would come through the speaker. That can't be good.

"S-Sans, I think you should get home." Sans stood up, hearing the muffled sobs in the background. He immediately took a shortcut to the living room, rushing towards the kitchen where the crying was loudest.

He stood stock still at the sight. The floor was covered in splotches of marrow, and several blood covered washcloths were in a pile nearby. Papyrus was hunched over another tall skeleton with a false gold tooth. The other looked exactly like Papyrus, but frailer and covered in scars. He was only half dressed, long torn coat the only covering he had. Dried marrow covered most of the fresh wounds, and the poor thing was shaking like a leaf. He sat on the floor in the corner, hunched in on himself and barely aware of the others presence.

"Look lazy me! Sans is here!" Papyrus exclaimed, ecstatic to have some assistance. The other Papyrus only hugged himself tighter, not looking up from the floor. Sans looked to his brother hoping for answers. Papyrus, however, responded with a look of confusion himself. Apparently they were both in the dark on the whole thing.

Sans tried approaching with his hands raised in a non threatening manner. "Hey there buddy, I'm not gonna hurt ya." He said softly. The other Papyrus flinched at his approach and moved closer to Paps. Sans took a step back at his response. That wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. Maybe a different approach would be more effective?

"No need to fret pal. I just wanna know what's gotcha so rattled?" Papyrus gave Sans a look at the poorly timed pun, but the other skeleton didn't respond. So much for trying the ease the tension.

"Pl-please no." The not-Papyrus stuttered under his breath. "D-d-don't make me go b-back..." Sans and Papyrus only looked at each other with more confusion and worry. If he was begging to stay, was he running from something in his own world?

Sans racked his brain for answers. Could it be the resets? He's never heard of a Sans or Papyrus that have tried escaping their worlds resets. Could something else have happened? This guy looked rough enough to be from a Fell-verse. Heck, maybe he was from one and something horrible transpired. Sans cringed a bit from the thought. If that was true then who knows what horrors this version of his brother endured.

"It is alright lazy me, Sans is a friend! He's here to help!" Papyrus began using healing magic on the other skeletons bloody skull. While Papyrus babbled, Sans turned to slowly leave, shuffling towards the living room. This was getting way too heavy for him to handle. He needed to call the others for backup here. Sans stepped out on the front porch and dialled Red's number. The thing rang several times before the voicemail responded. Typical. Sans hung up and dialed Fell. The phone rang once before a gravelly voice cut in.

"What is it Comic?" Fell growled. So much for formalities.

"Hey Fell." Sans said, sounding more shaken then he intended to. "Y-you busy? I could really use your help with something." There was a pause, as if Fell was expecting him to continue. Sans took a deep breath in an attempt to level his voice. "Look, another version of my brother appeared in my universe. He's scared to death and babbling nonsense." Sans paused again before continuing. "I think he's a Fell-verse monster, and I don't know what to do. Can you help me out here?" There was a brief silence before Fell growled.

"We'll be there shortly." He hung up the phone before Sans could respond. The short skeleton slid his cell into his jacket pocket and sighed. At least another Fell monster might have some ideas. He turned around and shuffled back to the kitchen. Neither of the taller skeletons had changed positions since he last saw them, though his brother was now using large doses of healing magic on the hurt skeleton.

"I just called Fell." Sans said to his brother. "He said he would bring Red and help us out." His Papyrus looked relieved at the news.

"Did you hear that lazy me? Some friends are coming to help." The other Papyrus said nothing, continuing to stare ahead. He eventually nodded his head acknowledging his understanding. Sans felt a bit of relief, at least he was coherent, though he still looked like hell. How bad of shape was he in anyway? He did a quick check on the injured skeleton.

PapyrusLV: 7HP:5/60AT: 20DF: 5

Sans winced, that had to hurt, but at least he wasn't dusting immediately. The seconds ticked by slowly then, Sans unsure what to do. He really wanted to help somehow, but he was pretty weak with healing magic. What else could he help with while they waited…

"Brother, why don't you help me clean him up a bit." Sans snapped back to attention, finally seeing his brother gesture to the bowl and pile of towels on the ground. "S-sure thing bro." Sans said shakily as he went to replace the water. With a fresh towel and warm water Sans leaned down to the hurts skeletons opposite side. He gently began cleaning the wounds on his legs. As dirt and blood were wiped away, the extent of the injuries became more clear. His long leg bones were covered in deep scratches, and his left leg had several large breaks in it. Marrow and grime appeared to be dripping from his femurs and pelvis, but his coat obscured the rest of the injuries from view. Sans tried cleaning the lower part of his femur but recoiled when the injured Papyrus tensed with a pained whine. Sans decided to focus on his hands instead. His wrist were really gouged up, like they had then bound tightly by something spiked. The monster's face wasn't much better. Two large cracks around his right eye socket were dripping with marrow, mixing in with the tears running down his cheek bone.

Sans pulled the cloth away, only to notice the mix of blood and dust stuck to it. Horrified, Sans performed another check.

PapyrusLV: 7HP: 4/48AT: 20DF: 5

Wait, is his HP dropping?

"Bro, I think he's…" Sans looked up to find his brother with the most serious expression he'd ever worn. Papyrus was forcing large doses of healing magic on his other self, sweat beading on his skull from the effort.

A sudden crash from the basement made all three skeletons jump, the harsh muffled voice making all of them go stiff.

"MUTT!!!"